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How happy is the little stone

by Emily Dickinson, 1891

How happy is the little stone
That rambles in the road alone,
And does n't care about careers,
And exigencies never fears;
Whose coat of elemental brown
A passing universe put on;
And independent as the sun,
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute decree
In casual simplicity.

Published in Poems by Emily Dickinson: Second Series
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